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THE HARVEST OF THE HAY by CHARLES WHITWORTH WYNNE

First Line: O GOLDEN JOYS OF SUMMER! O DAYS AND NIGHTS IN / JUNE!
Last Line: O THE BOON GRACE OF LIVING WHEN EDEN ROUND US LIES!
Subject(s): HARVEST;

I

O GOLDEN Joys of Summer! O days and nights in June!
O freshness of the morning! O radiance of noon!
O the subtle scents of evening! O the shadows in the lane
When the moonlight floods each arching bough with amethystine rain!

II

O happy days of Summer, when the mowers mow all day!
O the jocund shouts of children amid the tumbled hay!
The oldest and the youngest a-working with a will,
As the big, broad sun goes shouldering the church-tower from the hill.

III

O first-fruits of the Summer! O pathways bright with flowers!
O the redolence of roses amid the dreaming hours!
O days of golden rapture! O nights perfumed with sighs!
O the boon grace of living when Eden round us lies!



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